U.S. West Coast, Northern California.

The Golden Gate Bridge towers over the Kinmen Strait, and the setting sun turns the entire strait yellow.

San Francisco, not far from Chinatown, is a gold prospector with rows of dilapidated street-side apartments, making it incompatible with the whole of San Francisco.

As the second largest city on the West Coast of the United States after the large countryside of Los Angeles, San Francisco is synonymous with finance, technology and culture.

But, the street is clearly not so San Francisco.

It is like the anti-self and killing net on the Golden Gate Bridge, which is not the focus of people's attention.

Who comes to the Golden Gate Bridge not to see the sunset and the sea, the lights and the night sky, but to pay attention to the dilapidated and mottled self-killing net?

One of the nondescript rooms in this unassuming and dilapidated ghetto had a rusty door with the house number 911.

The 200-foot room was particularly chaotic, with a disgusting, musty smell constantly emitted.

The coffee table in the living room, well, let's call it a coffee table.

It's piled up with adult magazines with big breasts and big butts and leftovers of rotten pizza that gets moldy.

The couch was littered with messy clothes, men's panties, crumpled suits, women's bras, stockings, well, and a wilted Durex.

"Monica, try Rachel's ancestral little English dessert—"

An old TV that looks like black glasses from the 80s is playing a lot of vulgar American dramas - "Friends".

"Oh......"

There was a tired moan, a moan, a heap of couch tops arched, men's panties, women's stockings, oh, and the great invention that controlled the growth of the earth's population were scattered.

"Shet, oh... Where am I...... God, my head hurts..."

A man rubbed his head, sat up slowly with a painful face, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of exhaustion, trying to remember something.

Something strange in front of me.

Yellow, translucent white, a little wet. This is......

"Fack!"

Disgustingly, he threw away a large wilting sleeve hanging from the tip of his nose.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Evil sounds.

He patted his forehead vigorously and looked around suspiciously, and what caught his eye was the wine bottles rolling all over the ground.

There are quite a few posters on the surrounding walls, promotional posters of "Titanic".

Xiao Lizi and Kai Fat, who have not yet grown disabled, are very coquettish and pose in the classic shape of their sister and brother standing on the bow of the boat.

Posters of many classic films such as "Mad Max", "Red Dead Redemption" and "Braveheart" are also hung around, showing the owner's love and pursuit of movies.

"Duh... Hello Motorcycle ......"

was staring at Marilyn Monroe's poster wearing transparent crystal black stockings, with the corners of her skirt flying, revealing her round white buttocks, when a familiar mobile phone rang suddenly.

"Hello Motorcycle...... Ding..."

Following the ringtone, I flipped through for a long time, and finally found a black Motorola mobile phone with an antenna hanging on the woman's stockings and underwear.

Well, it's still a flip, let's call it a flip. (I don't know if you know this kind of mobile phone that opens at the bottom and pulls out the antenna at the top)

"Sean! You son of a son (one of the words that appears in American dramas with a high rate, I don't know if the translation is right!) Or translated as,.)-"

The loud scream made Sean have to keep the phone away from his ears, and reluctantly buttoned the ear holes.

"You bastard, you took that big Mexican ass chick I had my eye on yesterday when I paid the bill, Fack Oil!"

"And that Bichi, I think she must be like a little electric motor in bed! With such a big ass, that Mexican must be very exciting... Maybe I can make an appointment with her! ”

"Tell me, how's her ass!? Did you use the 'backdoor stick' I taught you? That's my unique knowledge, God, maybe I should pass it on as a family fortune. ”

"Shet, if you don't shut your stinky mouth, I might have taught you how to 'don't stick at the back door' first, plus the old man's cart! Damn it—"

Sean listened to the noise like machine gun fire, and had to endure a headache and brutally interrupt the other party.

"Oh! Falk Oil! Were you a bullshit member of the Navy Club when you were in the Navy? ”

"Damn, don't talk about that, I don't want to throw up the hot dog I just ate in the morning, you know, it's disgusting. Don't mention the Navy dogs!

I just heard a call from the drunken PK saying that there might be work on the Golden Gate Bridge, you know, last night, we spent the last Franklin on those blue pools!

If we don't start work again, we will really go to Chinatown for dancing! You know, those Mexican dudes are going to make my ass bloom!

Damn, maybe those guys won't like my white meat, but it's Sean you, you're a big guy, I saw your big bird when I was in third grade.

We also saw it in the 5th grade when we went to the shower and I was very impressed with it! By the way, at the prom, your big bird is the center of attention!

Perhaps, this is your talent attribute, those blue pools love it to death! Oh my God, maybe that's a good idea, I should go to Wall Street and find those vampires to invest in you......"

The chattering voice on the phone made Sean Rodriguez's face darker and darker.

As soon as he recalled the embarrassing prom in his mind, Sean's back tooth sockets were bitten and trembled. I can't wait to slap this bad friend to death through the phone.

After all, that wasn't a glorious thing in Sean's eyes.

"Duke, I said, no-to-take-my-raw-breeder-on-joke-laugh! Or I'm going to kick your ass—"

I don't know why, at the mention of Big Bird, Sean Rodriguez couldn't help but think of a certain guy called the French Shark, Big Bird Shark!

That guy seems to be nicknamed Big Bird in a world where his mind flashes.

It seems that it has been reported, and it is more embarrassing than his own prom!

"You know, I'm not interested in your big bird...... Well, brother, I'm going to say, I'll pick you up at your house in ten minutes.

If we don't hurry, Bunny Gambi's bunch of puppies will steal our Franklin. You know, that's terrible. I don't want to see his big teeth.

But seriously, if we don't have a business, maybe it's a good idea to go to Chinatown.

The old guy told me it was called making the most of it, and he told me it was your dad who told him... I don't know if your dad heard it from your grandfather... Big Bird ......"

The other side muttered quietly at the end.

"Smack!"

The phone smashed directly on the woman's stockings, and Sean Rodriguez stood up and moved his stiff body, somehow, his mind felt chaotic.

It seems that there is something more in my head, but it is confused, and only occasionally I have a flash of inspiration.

………………………………

Sean Rodriguez Cross! August 18, 1974!

Kindness......

Looking at the driver's license and security number in his hand, Sean was sure that this was him.

Although this information was in his head, he always felt that he should be in Chinatown, a member of those Chinese families.

Maybe it's also 25 years old, and it's also an uncle, uh, a fat uncle. There is a slender and small virtuous wife, and a naughty fat son!

I usually watch movies, watch so-called American dramas, go to forums to irrigate, and I should be able to cook a good meal. If that's the case, maybe it's a good idea to open a restaurant.

The Chinese are all good at their craft, and in Afghanistan, the Chinese cooks among those mercenaries are always so sought-after. They all have a magical seasoning: soy sauce-kun!

This is the feeling in Sean's head.

But reason told him that he was Sean Rodriguez Cross, although he was also 26 years old and the same uncle, but-

in the mirror.

Visually measuring about six feet 2 inches barefoot, the whole body is full of explosive muscles, the tendon flesh is shining with metallic luster, and the two pectoralis major muscles have at least D cups.

The ribs are in the direction of the hip bone, and the waist shrinks rapidly, forming the male waist of the dog.

Between a breath and an exhale, the eight-pack abs are particularly obvious, and the two mermaid lines extend down the prostate gland to form the psoas muscle, which makes Sean himself look a little shy.

The arms are strong, the muscles are exposed, and the muscles on the arms are clearly defined as soon as they are forced, this is obviously a strength steel arm!

The face is resolute and angular, and there is an inconspicuous mark next to the left corner of the eye, but this does not affect the overall beauty, but makes the face look extraordinarily mature and vicissitudes.

This made Sean have to work hard to organize words to praise himself, this figure and appearance are indeed worthy of his multinational mixed race qualities.

Italian, British, Polish and a fraction of Chinese ancestry, which is clearly a typical descendant of immigrants.

The dog's waist is matched with the pectoralis major muscle, which does not look bloated, and the two long legs make the body form an inverted triangle, which is definitely the American version of the long-legged Oba! There are too many people throwing sticks, at least there is a distance between the milk tea sold every year - several times around the earth.

Of course, Sean couldn't help but observe the origin of his nickname.

That says so?

There are wrong names, no wrong nicknames!

The green muscles are hideous, the missile head is round and huge, the cannon body is thick and powerful, and the overlord carries the tripod! Well, it's not an exaggeration!

"Dwayne Johnson!"

I don't know how Sean spit out an exclamation, because, I saw a tough guy named Johnson in my dream, and he was also one of my favorite American tough guys in my dream.

Of course, at this time, the boulder was still a celebrity in the wrestling world.

Sean also has a collection of posters of him wearing leather pants to expose his tendons.

It can only be said that Sean Rodrigues Clos is definitely an American tough guy, and it is definitely described in the Northeast Chinese language in his head: man!

That's right, from the face to the figure, to the character of Sean Leo in this life, and Scorpio in dreams. Absolutely-

A gentleman!

A 25-year-old tough guy!

An old man, a sturdy, tall and mighty man.

If Sean knew at this time that in the future on the other side of the distant Pacific Ocean, the man, the man, the bloody tough guy, was castrated by a group of pseudo-mothers, watching a group of stick stars sweep across the country, I don't know if he has the temperament of a Chinese man in his bones, can he have the blood to rush to the crown and yell:-him-mother's courage?

Sean Rodriguez Close looks in the mirror:

I'm obviously a Leo man, an American tough guy with a stick at the back door, an old man with a cart, an eighteen-legged twist, and a gun sweep!

Glanced at the bronze skin on the poster, the bloody Rambo!

Caught a glimpse of William Wallace, who stood in the midst of the war and shouted for freedom!

Take a look at Vito Don Corleone, who touches the cat and despises the crowd!

Again, look at the tough and resolute Sean Rodrigues Skloss in the mirror!

Isn't America supposed to be where the American dream happens?

Sean looked at himself in the mirror with excitement.

Completely ignoring the wine bottles all around, the messy clothes, and the terrible environment of the used Durex;

Regardless of the moldy pizza, leftover burgers and the sour smell of piling up in the Coke glass.

The whole person is trapped in the life plan of a 25-year-old uncle!

If self-absorption is called life planning.

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(To explain, the protagonist is not made to be purely reborn, but has vague memories of his past life.)

These memories are not the same as in other novels, Nima's memory is clearer than that of a portable hard drive.

As soon as I saw each other, the other party's age, height, and even life deeds were all well memorized. I don't think even the other party knows himself so well, right?

These memories are all plausible, with only some familiar fragments, or a sense of familiarity.

I think that's more realistic. After all, even if we have done something and then copied it, it may not be exactly the same. But there will definitely be an impression. Right?

That's right, impressions!

In this article, Sean will touch on a lot of movies that are not familiar to the general public, or blockbusters that are not purely sensory.

For example, some genre films, cuT films or literary niche movies will be involved.

I hope you can understand, after all, I want to write about a real actor, not just an entertainment star. The box office seems to me to be just a reflection of the actor's self-worth in the field of money.

But people, if there is money, there is naturally honor. Just like Maslow's famous doctrine of needs. From the low level to the high level, the need for survival to the need for spirituality.

Of course, he will also participate in commercial blockbusters or movies that have performed well in both business and art.

This is Hollywood, after all. This is the United States.

Money is almighty here. It is also the standard by which actors are measured.

And I don't hate that standard. I don't hate Hollywood blockbusters.

The characters in the text will carefully ponder and depict, which is more important, Lao Ye slowly pondered.

It's also a Ben San person.,Maybe the writing isn't very good.,But it's definitely not brain-dead.。

I've seen enough of other entertainment articles, take a look at the entertainment articles brought by Lao Ye.

Whether you like it, or do you feel irritable, taste it yourself.

It's up to you whether you look good or not, right?

Welcome to the data party, the post bar party, and the American drama party for guidance. Lao Ye is not a pure literary coffee and American drama party. Amateurs at best.

It's not the first time I've written a book, so I know it. Better understand the pressures and responsibilities of online writers.

The book should be regarded as a slow-burning type, and Lao Ye is also a nagging type.

Wait!

If you think it's good, just collect it, I'll write it well, you take your time, and if you can raise your hand to help promote one or two, you will be even more grateful.

Make a guarantee here, the text is coded word by word. Paste bar、Encyclopedia things will be self-digested and then processed。 Copying and pasting old leaves is not too easy to use.

I am a brick movers, you are a common person in the house, we are all considerate of each other.

Therefore, I will not use tofu scum to coax you, I just hope that you will also be considerate of Lao Ye.

As for whether the house type is good or not, whether you like it or not, judge it yourself.

If it's good-looking, support it more, don't like it, let's forget about the starting point, you don't have to split your father and scold your mother, right?

So I haven't been back for four years, so it's not clear how to promote it. I hope that friends who read the book can help promote it more.

Thank you!